

threads of inkthreads of ink by jsennthreads of ink
I discovered this week that when one cannot write,
the bones in the fingers ache. I felt myself to be
a spectre without shadow, an extra, suited for the
making of "Night of the Living Dead."
I wasn't sure what the meaning or the point was,
but I'd begun to understand with clarity that
there is an enigmatic "thing" which weighs upon
the soul/brain/heart, the being, if you will, of
a poet who, for whatever reason, is unable to write.
It felt like an illness yet there seemed to be no
medication for this malady. There was n


rere (recalling, recollecting, remembering, reminiscing, refreshing)re
it was de ja vu it seemed to me I'd heard you say that word before that word that shakes me from the center that word that thrills me to the core that word you know, that one, I think I heard that word before some where some time and then I remembered laughter glittered moments honeysuckled, vined &


Dreaming of Hopedreaming of hope,Dreaming of Hope
drifting
destiny drags me away hurtling towards tomorrow,
my sight firmly
locked on yesterday
but yesterday, mercifully deserts me where I stand and takes with him all the baggage that I clutched in my hand
so today, caught, tantalizing, every moment, takes me someplace new every breath, every color vivid in this world dangerously desiring everything you do
still dreaming, longing, as desire often regretfully leads to breathless, grasping need to stay within past d
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miss you.
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sweet dreams are made of these
can't wait to see more of your stuff
(i've also been itching to write for ages.. nothing's comin out though.. so i've had to be satisified w/ only my camera..
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look at the stars, look how they shine for you ~ coldplay
~canadians ||
It's been a long time, and it's real good hearing from you...I hope you're well.
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Forgive your enemies. It messes with their heads.
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Forgive your enemies. It messes with their heads.
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Forgive your enemies. It messes with their heads.
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